The Encounter

I was adrift,

And the fog deep and dark.

Attached to the idea

Of a possibility.

Plenty of time to do nothing

Not enough time to do something

But just enough,

To move anywhere,

In this,

single expanse of time.

To remain,

Is to encounter,

emptiness and so,

Let’s run into the void.

After all,

We’re less complicated than we thought,

And

more complex than anyone can assume.